Fathers Day

For Tom it is a perfect fathers day. Nascar is on TV and so is an exciting US Open. Tom sits in his recliner in control of the remote. He wants his coffee filled without getting up. Not much different really from any other Sunday.

I asked if the boys had given him anything. He tells me he has received nothing. I took Trevor to the store after practice yesterday so he could get his father cards. The boys haven't even bothered to sign them or give them to their father. I tell them, loudly, to get their act together and present their dad with his cards. Trevor has picked out hair dye for his gift to Tom. He is old enough to take the response. I think Tom will accept it in good spirits. It just irritates me that I have to walk them through every little step.

I had told Riley about the cards hours earlier. He had even located the bag from the store, which was still by the front door. But that was as far as it went.

Now the presentation is done. Tom received his cards and the boys go back to their computer games and Tom to his TV.

Mothers day, I like to go out and have a meal with my children, interact and talk with them. Tom just wants peace and the TV. Now that I think about it, that is not a bad way to spend the day.